It's good to be back with everyone! he thought silently to himself as he moved past Cam, smiling at her as he went, and then he was returning the nod to Marcus, glad to see the Green Beret once again as he glanced about himself to get his bearings...  Then, after a moment's pause, he gestured briefly to Marcus, a couple of hand signals to give him direction, and then they were moving off, the two of them moving as a well oiled machine, move, cover, move, cover...

Tanya smiles, "It's good to see you too Andy!  I'm glad to see you're all right."

Letting the RPK lean on it's sling, Tanya nods to Brooks to follow her when they move out.  "How loing you been on yer own before you met up with Andy Doc?"

"About a week... I think, I've already lost track of time." He scans the buildings across the street before continuing, "Got seperated from the guys and been heading away from the sounds of tanks ever since. Ran into the Serg... Andy, in this town last night actually."
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As you draw closer to the house the "newcomers" had rested in overnight, either Andy or the Doc calls out to those inside to avoid being shot...

Corrigan, in the lead with Marcus, moved slowly closer to the resting point they had left their friends and, after checking to make sure he wasn't already being covered by a firearm, he called out to those within...

"Sebastien!  Katka!  It's Andy Corrigan!!  We found friends!  Let us approach!" he said, loudly enough and clearly enough for them to hear, and yet not so loud as to draw attention from an enemy in the vicinity...
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When they get to the building where Andy and Brooks left their companions, Tanya grabs the pistol grip of the RPK but, doesn't bring it up since she's not really expecting any problems from the people inside.

"What unit were you from Brooks?" she asks him while her eyes on the structure.

Brooks steps into the main room and moves aside along the wall as he answers the question, "BAS, 2nd LAR... sorry; Battalion Aid Station, 2nd Light Armored Reconnaissence Battalion. I was assigned to Delta Company for the push in from the Baltic Coast."

Marcus continues to remain vigilant as he takes a knee just behind the Sergeant Major and pulls security in his default sector of fire.

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Corrigan grinned at Sebastien's remark, raising the barrel of the RPK to point skywards as he approached, "Friends of mine, Sebastien, and I'm sure we could combine all our resources and come up with place settings for us all!" he said with a grin before turning and gesturing for the others to approach...

Corrigan was thankful for Marcus' vigilance, but with Katka's welcome he knew it would be good to get everyone under cover if even for only a short time...  Turning to Marcus he signed to him to cover everyone as they approached the building his new found friends had taken, knowing he could trust Marcus to bring up the rear, while also knowing he needed to be first through the line of fire for Sebastien and Katka to trust them.

With his RPK aimed upwards, though ready to drop level at a moment's notice if anything occurred, he led the group towards Sebastien and Katka, purposefully putting himself between the two groups until they got a feel for each other...

[OOC]  Time to combine threads, oh mighty Narrator? :-)  [/OOC]

Cam fell back into a reoccurring and sometimes customary silence. Cool blue eyes surveyed her corner as she settled in to a crouch at her spot while they waited.  It seemed a constant state.. A dreary state.. Something that you couldn’t ignore.. You couldn’t just numb out and let your mind wander, and so you had to be there.. In that moment.

She never knew how disciplined souls like those that she was fortunate enough to travel with could stand it.  It was a lonely thing.. You’re in a group, small or large, it didn’t matter.. Alone, together.. It was different for some. The camaraderie built on their past experiences had brought them there to that point. She watched the street aware of the moments ticking, and vaguely aware of the conversation. A good deal of it she could understand.. Or well, perhaps she knew the intent of the words rather than their full meaning.

She’d moved along with Tanya as her guide in the mater of the English language, and they had embarked on a few outings.. Her, Winters.. Guido..  And RedGrave.  Cam had gotten used to the four of them shifting around and taking odd-jobs following the aftermath of the Slavers.. Ashton’s resolve had been unsteadied by that experience..

But…

She set her vision creeping up along the roof-tops that might have been near by.. And darting for any access points that were plainly visible from unknown buildings.  Those people.. Those beasts that moved in the night and eluded detection during the sweep..  Had they moved in after, or were they laying low in some sewer or tunnel system that heralded back to the great war?..  Anything was possible she supposed.

Silence would serve her for now.. After becoming a liability to Smith that night in the rain.. She was feeling a bit uneasy again.  Cam would foot it..  She’d huddle in her shell and watch the path.. Unable to dream just in case it undoes her in an instant..

Her fingers curled and uncurled about the stock of her AK.. Restless?  maybe.

There was a tense moment as Corrigan approached and saw that Sebastien still held the Uzi at the ready, though he was sure he could get the RPK on target before Sebastien managed a shot he was not sure he'd be walking away from the encounter, though Sebastien certainly would not have either..

Then the moment was gone as the Uzi was lowered and Corrigan breathed a sigh of relief, motioning the others up as he stepped up to the doorway and grinned at the german, "Well, we didn't know we were going to be finding company!!" he said with a chuckle and stepped aside for the others to enter the building to at least get under cover.  He had noticed how quiet Camilla was, and as he grinned at the others as they passed he couldn't help but reach out and catch her shoulder, "You ok, Camilla?  Well, as ok as you can be?" he asked, concerned...  The others had seemed as upbeat as he was to find new or old friends, but Camilla had been withdrawn and quiet...

Fatigue shown in her eyes as she paused, regarding Corrigan.. A tilt of her head sent her gaze back across the ground out toward the direction that had come from. The dark line of the helmet sheltering her vision from the bleary grey-white.. “I sorry Andy.. We get attacked night time.. Not find badguys yet..”, Letting the tip of her weapon dip, Cam uncoiled her hand from the shoulder strap, and pat his lightly.. "I okay.."

Returning her gaze to his, the Danish Lieutenant managed a faint smile of thanks and brushed past into the dwelling..  Still thoughtful, but less grim.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise, Master Corrigan. However, I think we should be hosting this reunion inside, not in the street."

Sebastian glances quickly up and down the block before he lowers his weapon yet further and retreats a little into the relative safety their little bungalow.

As the party enters, Sebastian holds out his hand to greet each one in turn.

"Sebastian Stoeckel, pioneer Gefreiter, 6th Panzergrenadier division. Pleased to meet you."

Bernhard covers their six as the tension is eased from the greeting of Corrigan and his newfound friends. The Major watches the street and buildings surrounding the area until he is the only one left outside from their small recon team. He barely lowers his C7 as he stands and moves through the door. He returns the German's handshake and greeting,"Major Bernhard Finnegan, US Army Rangers, nice to meet some more friendlies." Bernhard takes up a position inside where he has a good view of the door and he continues,"You four weren't attacked last night? They probed our position, but no one got inside."

  Closing the door behind everyone. "We heard shooting but, did not see anyone." She hugs her Ak to her chest, arms crossed. "My name is Katka. What do you know of this town, how much do you control?

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"It's good to see an American no matter what unit they come from right now!  Better yet, you can patch one of us up if we need it.  There's a big calling nowadays for someone with minimal medical skills.  No offense, I don't mean to say yer skills are minimal Brooks, you get my drift though?" she asks.

With Brooks while approaching the house, Tanya swings her vision from left to right and then up and down checking the areas around the surrounding building while her RPK follows the motion with her hands.

When the all clear is given, Tanya lets the RPK fall to her sling and her hand grabs the fore end so it doesn't swing about.  She watches as Andy greets a man at the door holding what seems to be an UZI.  She turns to Brooks,   "You know these guys too Doc?"

Brooks slackens up and eases his grip on his rifle, "Depends on your definition of know. Ran into the German, Stoeckel, a while back... got himself pick-forked by some locals. The female, Katka, ran into her a few days ago. She's a deserter I think, definately doesn't like the Red's."

He'll take a look around real quick as he continues, "As for the Sergea... Andy, just ran into him last night. Just about the time we started taking pot shots from down the street by some soviet vehicles. We moved out and found this place for the night."

Bernhard looks to Katka,"Not much too know about this place. Looks like there was some kind of chemical or biological attack, but it was a while ago, and appears clean now. We don't really control much of the town, other than the building we hunkered down in. There appear to be some local people that are living in the ruins like rats, we had a run in with them last night." He looks at Brooks,"You said soviet vehicles? Those are probably ours, but just in case, tell us where they were and we can figure it out. Now, any of you are welcome to join our little rag-tag outfit. I don't know what your plans are, but we were going to head to Krakow, then decide where to go from there."

"What kind of Soviet vehicles Doc?  Armor, APC's, trucks?  We're shit short of supplies but, I dion't think we want to take on a tank cloumn or a full strength armored unit in our condition.  We trust Andy's judgement, he hasn't let us down yet," she says with a smile.

It had been good finding his old friends once more, though he remained silent during the introductions, letting everyone get to know each other while he took position near one of the windows, though he was careful not to show himself, keeping an eye on things to be sure they did not get ambushed, the RPK held at the ready.

Once or twice he glanced around the group, nodding slightly to each as they conversed, finding himself smiling at Tanya as she talked with Doc, the smile softening as he glanced at Camilla, hoping she was ok.  They had been through a lot together, they had all been through a lot, and doubtless would have to go through a lot more before finally getting somewhere safe, if such a place existed...

He sighed, and glanced back out the window, watching carefully, ready to respond if anyone spoke to him, but for now maintaining watch, doing what he did best, point work...

Doc Brooks shrugs to the question, "No clue actually, I never got a look at them. Stoeckel was at a window before a shot landed nearby so not sure if he got a good look." Doc rubs his neck then moves his head side to side before moving to his pack and setting his rifle down for a second.